Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.